The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey

For three years, Juliana has seen how her brother and his friends play the game. A game that every girl at Roosevelt High knows about. She has seen how her brother changes rankings and the color of his Letterman jacket. Each number represents every...

My headed pounded as I threw up over and over in the toilet. I had woken up with the most disgusted feeling inside my stomach. I had to jump two feet from my bed to the restroom to make it on time.

The fluid acid burned my throat; giving my mouth a sour taste. I laid my head on the back of the tile wall, hoping I was done puking. I wasn’t sure what had happened or how I got home, but all I could hear was the whispers’ of Alejandro.

“You went overboard with the drinks. I can honestly say you let the “wild child” out of you.” He responded, laughing to himself.

I brought my hand up, waving it around. “No, I didn’t. You took me to the second floor and we started dancing and I felt sick, but all you kept doing was whispering things in my ear,” I corrected him.

Alejadnro sighed; he grabbed a cloth from the basket and soaked it. He bend down to my level and began wiping off the vomit that had dripped from the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah I was telling you things but not in your ear. I kept asking you if you were okay and you just seemed out of it. Before I could take you out the dance floor you passed out,” He said, quietly tapping my mouth.

I opened my eyes and his face was right in front of mine. I gulped, backing away slightly. Why was he telling me one thing when I knew he was telling me things in my ear? I heard him say: I like you Juliana…I like you more than you can ever imagine. I was sure I didn’t dream that; or could I have?

My head thud, causing me to winch in pain. God, how could people survive this type of torture? Alejandro shook his head at me.

“You’re suffering your first hangover,” He mocked me, sitting down next to me.

I laughed at myself. So this was a hangover…I hate it. I will never ever drink again; alcohol didn’t even taste that good. I placed my head on his shoulder, just enjoying his company.